Please exile me to the most beautiful time

Chapter 7 Southeast Asia: Love, Hate, and Vigorous (2)
The skilled young man continued to accelerate the motorcycle to the speed of the plane in an instant, and ran a long avenue almost in the blink of an eye. I grabbed the young man's shirt tightly and tried to identify the figures passing by in front of me. "See him?" the boy asked aloud.I was trying to find that damned guy in the traffic of dozens or hundreds of motorcycles, and I tried my best to recall the moment of the robbery just now, the other person's appearance, hairstyle, clothes style, and even the color of the motorcycle... But, all of this It happened so fast, I didn't even have time to remember what the guy looked like before he kicked the gas pedal and slipped away.I remember that he was wearing a white shirt, but more than half of the people in front of him were wearing white shirts; I remembered that he had a crew cut, but at a glance, almost every man had a crew cut; Some motorcycles are red.The big turntable appeared, and 4 forked roads were in front of him, and the ghost knew where he fled.With a sinking heart, I accepted the fact that there was no way I could find the culprit, there was no way I could get my new phone back, and I lost it forever, forever!
The young man drove me back to the scene of the crime, and the owner of the tricycle was waiting for me at the intersection. Only 3 minutes had passed since the robbery.This short and long 3 minutes is thrilling like a Hong Kong action movie. The sharp turn of the plot makes every scene of the screen full of drama.The high-speed motorbike made my long hair blown, I jumped out of the car, straightened my hair calmly, thanked the boy, and left alone.

Lying on my hotel bed, I stared straight at the ceiling, replaying the images in my head.Such a quick modus operandi must be a veteran, when did he set his sights on me?The red light stop time is very short. I just took out my mobile phone to look at the map. During those ten seconds, the probability of the robbers temporarily locking me or meeting a speeder next to me is too low.Then the timing of the staring should be pushed forward. About the time I took out my mobile phone before getting on the tricycle, I was already stared at by that guy. I followed all the way, waiting for the best time to change the red light to green light, and then I got the things. Then he drove away in a flash and disappeared without a trace.

It is impossible to guard against such a sophisticated crime plan in the world.

After this incident, I suddenly realized that the main reason why I didn’t get robbed during my six-month trip in Africa, where the robbery rate is extremely high, was that I had no valuables at all, and I never showed off my wealth. It doesn't matter if you grab it.If you carry valuable electronic products on your body and play with them from time to time, they will definitely be looted.

This is a real lesson, a lesson of blood.

In this way, some conclusions can be drawn. It is very dangerous to hold valuables in your hands in places with poor public security. Even if you put them in your handbag, you may be robbed together with your bag.The correct way is to leave your things at the hotel and go out empty-handed with a little money.Of course, there is a better way, which is to travel without carrying any valuables.If you have nothing, you have to bear the risk of losing it at the same time.

So far, I can only use such self-abuse words to comfort myself, what else can I do?Don't laugh at me, try if you were robbed of your iPhone!

Tell you the real Vietnam
Standing at the alley of Pham Ngu Lao Street in Ho Chi Minh City, I was anxiously waiting for someone.

"Long time no see!" A familiar figure appeared in front of him riding a motorcycle, it was Ming An.Wearing a white vest, flowery underpants, and flip-flops, he looks like the Vietnamese youths all over the street, but he is still somewhat different from the image in my memory.

Ming An is a Vietnamese guy who has studied in China for 7 years. He is a Chinese undergraduate and master.He is the most authentic Chinese among the foreigners I met during my travels, and he can blend in among a bunch of Chinese without being spotted.He speaks Chinese with a slight accent and is often mistaken for Cantonese.During these years of studying abroad, Ming An used scholarships and vacations to travel all over China, and visited more Chinese cities than I did.

I met Ming An in Urumqi, Xinjiang.

It was November 2011. Urumqi was white after it had just snowed. When going out, you had to rub your hands and breathe white, and wrap yourself in a thick scarf and hat.The chatty Ming An soon played with everyone in the youth hostel. We didn’t know each other without chatting. The “Youth Hostel Squad” composed of several backpackers including me, Ming An, and the key girl climbed across the “Qianshan Bird Flying Absolutely.” "The Tianshan Mountains, walked through the suffocatingly pure Kanas Lake and Sailimu Lake, and squeezed through the unique "Winter Games" that go out of Xinjiang every year.After that, I went farther and farther, and walked around the Asian and African continents without stopping. The key girl who went to New Zealand to work and travel returned to Beijing after a year to continue working as a white-collar worker. After graduating from a master's degree, Ming An worked in a university in Ho Chi Minh City. Work.When I came to Vietnam, my first thought was to catch up with him.

"Now the Chinese is degrading more and more, I can't do it." Ming An smiled and patted the back seat of the motorcycle, and handed me a helmet: "Come on, I will take you to eat authentic Vietnamese food." The motorcycle was passing by in traffic. Shuttling back and forth dexterously, the wind blowing past the ears forced a bit of coolness out of the sweltering weather.Sitting down in an unremarkable restaurant in the depths of the alley, I drank Vietnamese iced tea, ate Vietnamese home-cooked dishes, and listened to Ming An chatting about stories about the southern city of Vietnam. "In Vietnam, there are two magic tools for picking up girls, one is a motorcycle, and the other is an iPhone." Ming An said.

Indeed, as Ming An said, almost everyone in Ho Chi Minh City owns an iPhone. "The Apple phones here are almost all second-hand. There are no real Apple-authorized dealers in Vietnam, let alone Apple retail stores." Hearing what Ming An said, I wondered, young people on the street are using second-hand phones , so who is using the first-hand goods?Mingan told me that people in developed countries like Europe, America, Japan and Australia will always buy the latest Apple products, and then resell them after a period of use. Most of them go to Vietnam and other countries. These second-hand iPhones are cheap. The quality is also good, and it is very popular among Vietnamese young people. In a fashionable city like Ho Chi Minh City, it is almost a must-have for young people.A Japanese who has lived in Vietnam for 10 years told me that you can’t buy such cheap second-hand apples in Japan. Every year when you return to Japan, you will be entrusted by your relatives and friends to bring back a few cheap iPhones. It's gone.

It has only been half a year since Ming An returned to Vietnam, he is already married, and his figure is a little bit fat, and he can tell at a glance that he is living a stable life.Perhaps it is because China and Vietnam have so much in common in politics, and the styles of government agencies and public institutions are almost the same. Whether it is the campus life in colleges or universities, or the conventional rules and ways of life in Vietnamese society, Ming An has a lot of emotions. "As you can imagine, it's similar to China."

Ming An said that when you come to Vietnam, you must try Vietnamese iced coffee.He led me to visit a very popular cafe, not to mention, even the dozen or so small stools placed at the door were all filled.Vietnamese iced coffee is a kind of drip coffee. The coffee slowly falls into the glass drop by drop from the drip cup. Added with sweet condensed milk, it is cool and fragrant, and tastes great.I have been to Ethiopia, the hometown of coffee, where people drink coffee every day, just like Beijingers drink a big bowl of tea, and there is a set of very particular coffee rituals.To be honest, in my heart, Vietnam has nothing to do with coffee of noble blood, and now I have to admit the fact that the world around you feels more and more threatening when you are in circles.

Like Cambodia and Indonesia, Vietnam is also a kingdom of motorcycles.The shadow of being robbed by the motorcycle gang has not dissipated, and the sight of thousands of motorcycles driving on the street at the same time makes the scalp tingle.Motorcycles are a powerful tool for robbery. They have the advantages of high speed and flexibility. They are neither easy to catch up like bicycles nor bulky like cars. They are especially suitable for robbery.In places like Vietnam and Cambodia, where motorcycles are no longer seen, bikers have a natural soil. They can easily blend in with motorcycles without being noticed, and they can quickly disappear without a trace after committing crimes.This is also the reason why I hide the small camera in my bag and hardly show my face. Although it is much cheaper than the SLR, it is the only "valuable item" on me.

Why not buy a SLR?I'm often asked this question by friends who don't go out.DSLR cameras are notoriously expensive, and even putting aside the price factor, its weight and safety can be a big problem.The experience of the past two years tells me that the more compact the luggage for long-distance travel, the better. Don’t take things out of the house that you can’t carry, and throw away things that can be thrown away immediately without waiting for a second.In addition, bumps and bumps are common when going out. SLR cameras that cannot withstand tossing are easily damaged, and maintenance is also a hard job. It will make yourself a favorite of robbers and thieves. If you travel with a SLR camera, the probability of being stolen or robbed will increase by 10 times in an instant.

However, the reason why this "troublesome camera" can produce amazing pictures in the hands of someone who can manipulate it seems to outweigh all the disadvantages.I say this to my friends: If you are an enthusiast who is very dedicated to photography, cares about the effect of the photo, knows how to use a SLR camera instead of just using a fully automatic mode, and is willing to bear the burden of expensive, heavy, bulky, easy to be robbed, and fragile And so on all the shortcomings, then choose the SLR.If there is any point that does not meet the requirements, please consider other cameras, from the most affordable compact compact cameras to mid-range digital cameras are good choices.In fact, people who have been walking for a long time have one thing in common-the frequency of using cameras has plummeted.Often the longer you go, the less you use the camera.It’s good to have walked, laughed, experienced, why must leave a photo?
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